Quotes About Journey

When the sun is a bike ride away, I will hear it. It will sound like wind in treetops. I will awaken.

Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.

When you're inside your own story, you don't see things like a reader. You don't see your life in tidy paragraphs and chapters.

Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Enchanted places cannot be created, they can only be discovered.

Sometimes life goes its own way and drags you along.

To me, God is like this happy bus driver.

All of us, at some point in life, choose our cliché.

Sometimes we found photographs of beautiful young girls, or handsome young men. There were pictures of old men, who looked like apostles, and old ladies with faded smiles. In some, one could see children playing in a park, babies crying, or newlyweds kissing. On the reverse of these were some farewells, oaths, or religious passages scribbled in handwriting obviously shaken by fear or the motion of the train. The words were often washed off by the morning dew or bleached out by the sun.

Hallblithe was created by William Morris and appeared in The Story of the Glittering Plain Which Has Also Been Called the

the more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe

Even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Stories are people. I'm a story, you're a story . . . Your father is a story. Our stories go in every direction, but sometimes, if we're lucky, our stories join into one, and for a while, we're less alone.

Imagine truth as a chain of great mountains, their tops way up in the clouds. Writers explore these truths, always looking out for new paths up these peaks.

And when our lives do begin? I mean, the exciting part, the action? It's all so fast.

They have no idea if the paintings have faded away, or have been spray-painted with graffiti, or if the bunker still exists – or, for that matter, if it ever existed at all – but they are young and the trail is wide and Easily traveled. And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

En zelfs als ze niet vinden waarnaar ze op zoek zijn, is het dan niet voldoende om samen in het zonlicht te lopen?

Automobiles and horse wagons filled the streetcar's wake, and Rye stood at that intersection for a long time, staring at the tracks. The whole country was laced together with tracks. He could get on a train and end up in New York City if he wanted, and this felt like another reverie, or a premonition. The world was becoming a single place.

Technology may have shrunk the epic journey to a couple of short car rides and regional jet legs—four states and twelve hundred miles traversed in an afternoon—but true quests aren't measured in time or distance anyway, so much as in hope.

Here for business or pleasure, Mr. Wheeler? Redemption, Shane says.

Bir yazar yüceliÄŸe ulaÅŸmak için dört ÅŸeye ihtiyaç duyar Pasquale: Arzu, hüsran ve deniz." "Üç etti ama." Alvis ÅŸarab?n? bitirdi. "Hüsran? iki kere sayacaks?n.

You should consider yourself fortunate that I am still willing to give you a ride. -Will we be making the journey by horse and carriage or